Oomps Revenge Pt.2

Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin again
In the distance again, I see em hatin in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin on sins
Im big dawg, yeah, Im Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin em in
Turnin boys to men, never livin unemployed again
Never livin off your boy again
Yeah, everythin plex, never nothin foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou on the neck
Chin up , never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, 'Get it,' but you aint focusin yet
Niggas, bitches, actin bogus, upset
Cryin over the neck
Ima be cryin in a Rolls or a Jet
Blowin Os with VVs on a neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody thats genuine
And if you aint real then we discontinuin
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin again
In the distance again, I see em hatin in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin on sins
Im big dawg, yeah, Im Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin em in
Turnin boys to men, never livin unemployed again
Never livinoff your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is
Go on ahead and pop that shit
Go ahead, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, its gon pop, yeah
This shit aint poppin, nigga
Now, go like that, yeah
You know what Im sayin?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
Disrespectful shit